Date: Sun, 29 Jan 2017 19:34:20 +0000 From: Jesse Gibson Subject: Triangle Boys Chapter 9 TRIANGLE BOYS By Rev Jesse Penfield Gibson, MDiv, DMin DISCLAIMER: THis story is fiction. It involves male prostitution with both of age and underage boys, primarily but not exclusively having gay sex. If you find this objectionable, please do not read. If you find this erotic, please enjoy Complaints, compliments, comments to revjpgibson@hotmail.com Please donate to Nifty to keep the stories coming NINE Ian had mentioned what Jean-Claude had said about a boy named Justin to both Adam and Ben but neither one of them thought it was interesting that he had a sort of stepfather by that name. Both had thought that Justin was a pretty common name. Ian, though, thought differently. He thought the Justin that had worked for Triangle was the same one that had been his mother's boyfriend and Ethan's father. For Ethan's sake, he wanted to find out for sure and learn about this guy. The truth was that he was thinking about Ethan more and more. He missed him more and more. Since they were very young, since his mother had killed herself when he was in the fourth grade, Ethan had been the one true love of his life, the one indispensable person in his life. The fact that they had been physically intimate may cause other people to be disgusted but for them it was right. It wasn't that he was unhappy where he was, far from it. He had never been happier. He was free to be who he was, at least on the third floor. Having sex with men for money was nothing. He couldn't even say it was a small price to pay because he didn't think he was having to pay a price. What made it better was that neither Adam nor Ben seemed to have a problem with him having a physical relationship with his brother. They just accepted it and welcomed him in. Sometimes, oftentimes in fact, Ian would go to sleep with the fantasy in his head that he and Ethan would join Adam and Ben in some sort of four way, group relationship. Ian was getting changed for a promised Saturday night, welcome to work world celebration when Adam busted in, grabbed him from behind and put his hands over Ian's eyes. "It's Saturday night. Do you know where your prostitutes are?" Adam joked. Ben busted him behind him and jumped on the bed as Adam pushed Ian that way. Ben had a shit eating grin on his face. "You, little fucker, are about to have your whole world turned inside out. Benjamin and I are going to be your guides for a walk on the weird side. And as the wise man said: when the going gets weird, the weird turn pro." "I don't think he knows what you're talking about," Ben said helpfully. "We have some Molly with your name on it." "Do I want to do that?" "Definitely. It's awesome. Beyond awesome." Ben said. "Life changing. And all three of us together." "Should I be scared?" "Fear is just another word for ignorance," Adam exclaimed. "We're going to the civilian apartment. Nice setting with your two best friends." The civilian apartment was on Abercorn at Oglethorpe square. It was in the back, facing Abercorn and not the square itself, where the carriage house would have been. They walked there instead of driving since it was only about 4 blocks down and a couple up, across the square and past the Owens-Thomas house. Interior was more like the third floor lofts than any of the client spaces, like 2nd floor or the house on Hall Street or the condo on Tybee, more like a frat house than a page from Architectural Digest. Adam sank into the sofa and pulled out three small baggies of brownish crystals and a small baggie with 3 blue football shaped pills. "Well, Baby Boy, time to dose" Adam said with a wicked grin. "But you are going to want to take some of the little blue pill too because the Molly makes your dick soft" "Are we having sex with it?" Ian asked "Yeah, sure" Ben said. "Why not?" Adam swallowed both the crystal and the Viagra. "Baby, I want to cum every single day. I want to fuck every day. Tonight, I'm doing it with a pair of hot boys instead of old men. Do you trust me?" "Yeah" Ian said. He did. He didn't think Adam would hurt him. Adam patted his lap and Ian, smiling, climbed on his lap, facing him. Adam gave him the Viagra first, which Ian swallowed with his spit and then the molly. Then Ben took his. "YOu may come up hard but it's cool," Adam said. It actually didn't take long for it to seem that the colors and shapes of things were more vibrant and he felt a little surge of energy. Adam gave him a bottle of water and told him it was important to stay hydrated. But then, very quickly, Ian began to know that it was working, no denying it. He was super aware of everything around him, every color, every smell, every shape, every texture. He felt wired and energetic, wanting desperately to move and to talk and to just ... do. In fact, it was a bit harsh and abrupt how fast he came up and Ian worried that it would get worse. "It's all good, baby brother" Adam said rubbing his hands under Ian's shirt, his hands on the bare skin, as Ian sat on his lap. "All will be right with the world. It'll smooth out" Ben was chattering away, talking about clients and school. Adam, surprisingly, was quiet, listening. Ian wanted to talk but didn't have anything to add and he didn't want to stop Ben. He felt so in love with both of them that he wanted them to love him and he wanted the connection. He wanted to tell them that but didn't know how. "We meed to go dancing" Adam said, suddenly. He stood up and Ian slide off his lap. "Club Hellfire. Whatta you think?" "Sam might get pissed" Ben said. "Nah" Adam shrugged it off. "Let's walk" It is a grid pattern downtown but nothing is easy, between the lanes and the streets and the squares. They headed out, the night sky shielded by the thick oaks of Oglethorpe east down Presidents Street to Wright square. The old Courhouse is across from the southwest corner, facing Tomochichi's rock. They sprinted into the square, laughing and joking, through the trees and then down Bull Street. They crossed Broughton just down from the lofts headed toward Johnson Square. The big fountain they dye green on St Patty's is there. Then down St Julian to Ellis Square, broad and open, they did virtually jumping on top of each other, pushing and laughing. Beyond that is City Market, crowded with shoppers and diners. The boys were young and making themselves a nuisance as they flowed through the crowds. Club Hellfire, rainbow flags flying, is on the edge of Franklin Square in an old building from before the Civil War. They couldn't get in the front -- 13, 14 and 16 is too young -- but they could the back. Triangle owned it. Sam and Carlos ran it, just like the smaller bar downstairs from the loft. They have the code. Sam was in the service bar area. All three came up short and stopped when they saw him, briefly tried to act sober and then broke out in laughter. "Molly or something else?" Adam laughed. "MOlly" "What's the plan?" "Dance a little, go back to York St and fuck a little" "Water, no booze. When you're ready, text me and I will take back or Brand will, okay" Adam nodded. Ian looked from one to the other. "You're not pissed?" Ian asked. Sam shook his head. "I just don't want you arrested. Everybody parties some." The crowd wasn't huge but it was young, mostly art students and a few tourists checking out a gay dance club. Shirtless boys on the dance floor, moving and gyrating to an insistent electronic beat as the light show swirled around them. Ian was momentarily transfixed by that but was pulled into the action on the dance floor by Adam and Ben. For as long as the music held out, they danced, crushed up against each other, getting sweaty as they did it. They groped each other and got groped and they laughed and moved. It was the right thing to do. Ian had so much energy, so much life that it was pouring out of his very pores. The song ended and another, very similar to the first, started and they danced to that. Adam made them drink water. They humored him but Ian didn't really feel thirsty. He did feel open and warm and at peace. Plus he wanted to dance. So he drug Adam back out. After a while, the trio of them together on the dance floor, sweating, Adam whispered something to Ben and then whispered to Ian, "Wanna fuck?" Suddenly, Ian did. He desperately wanted to be touched by them. He wanted it more than anything. Adam took out his phone and tapped out a text. They wanted for the ride outside in Franklin Square, laughing and pointing out the tourists coming and going at City Market late on a Friday. A gray crew cab truck came down Montgomery around the square. Adam waved him on and it stopped on the other side, heading back up Montgomery. Ben won the race and rode shotgun, Adam and Ian in the back. "Hey Brand" Adam said "Fuckhead. Having a good time?" "Yeah" Ben said eagerly. "Okay" Brandon said as he took off, past the Civic Center and onto Liberty. It was a short drive, hardly worth the trouble but Adam knew Sam meant it. No arrests. No awkward questions. Ian was snuggling up against Adam as they drove. "I love you" Ian said "It's the Molly" "No, I mean it" Ian said, searching into his eyes. "You and Ben. I love being with you. I wish it were like this all the time. I miss Ethan, I miss my brother. It would be perfect if he were here but I love being with you guys. It's the best" Adam looked at him. "It's the molly" "YOu think I don't love you but I do, just like I do Ethan." Adam lay on the bed in the civilian apartment, naked and erect as both Ian and Ben, still in their underwear, snuggled and rubbed against him on either side. It wasn't vanity. He was their hero. The model of a boy in the life. Physically perfect in every way, jaw droppingly beautiful and effortlessly cool. Ben, green eyed, tanned with brown hair and flawless skin, nustled from the right and Adam had his hand on his firm ass. Ian, big dicked and almost skinny with hands and feet too big but blue eyed and blonde and the bone structure for spectacular looks when he grew into them, nustled on the left. Ian put his hand on Adam's dick. It was hard and almost slick as the foreskin gave way. Ben scooted up and began to kiss him. He was hard too. Ian sucked him. His technique was improved. Adam gently rubbed his hair as he ministered with his tongue and mouth. Ben pulled off his underwear, liberating his own uncut cock, his pubes not fully filled in but more man than boy down tehre, hard too. Even as he and Adam kissed, Adam stroked him. It was all leisurely and slow. All three boys, influenced by the molly, wanted to touch and caress and kiss and weren't goal directed to just cum. It felt good to just touch each other. Ian was between Adams legs, licking at his shaft and taking the balls in his mouth as Ben sat on his chest so that Adam could suck him off. Ian ran his hands up Adam's hairy legs and then reached up to massage Ben's ass. Falling into a knot of body parts, Adam said, "What could be better? The three of us partying naked?" Ben laughed. "We fuck a lot as it is" "Yeah but fucking for fun is different" Adam said. Ian was on top of Adam, his thick long cock pressed against Adams beautiful tool as they kissed. Ben fingered and rimmed Ian as he did. Rimming had been a revelation to Ian: that he liked it done to him and that he liked doing it. Who would have thought that putting your tongue in someone's ass hole would be fun. Ben's own dick twitched as he did. He wasn't jealous and didn't feel left out as Ian and Adam exchanged spit. He felt totally open and at peace. He continued to rim the younger boy. Ben fished around for the lube. The cold viscous liquid glopped into his hand and he greased up his rigid pole. Another glop, silicon Astroglide, greased Ian's chute, which he did not complain about. Stradling Adam's legs, Ian's upturned ass in the air, Ben guided himself in, smooth and easy. Ian came off of Adam's dick and sighed, smiling. That wonderful feeling of being penetrated. Then he went back to sucking with abandon. All three boys were lean and their muscles defined when flexed. The sight of Ben, his back muscles strained as his perfect firm little ass moved back and forward as his prick violated Ian, was a beautiful sight. And Ian loved it, a natural born bottom. They rearranged themselves. His head resting down, on all fours, Adam penetrated him this time, his prick sliding along freely. Even as he fucked, Ben stood over Ian's ass so that Adam could take him in his mouth. His dick had the taste of honey, slightly salty honey, from the precum leaking out. Adam had an expert tongue and knew how to pleasure another. Ben appreciated it. Each of them thought it perfect. Ian did for sure. He was bucking back on Adam's dick to drive it deeper. As midnight approached, they were coming down. They had touched each other, caressed, kissed and held each other for 2 hours, none of them cumming once. Finally, lined up in a row, Ben in the middle, Adam slide his greased pole into Ben as teh boy began to fuck Ian. Ben was lucky Pierre. They held each other around the torso, heads on shoulders and arms wrapped around, as hips gyrated, dicks in and out. Ian thought he was in heaven, warm and loved and accepted, really for the first time in his, or at least the first time by someone other than Ethan. He was turned on too, just as he was with Ethan, hard and his dick twitching Ben set the rhythm. As he fucked Ian, he got fucked. He was breathing hard and Ian was feeling it too. Ben began to make low whimpering noises, little staccato grunts. He wouldn't last. He took and he gave. Then he couldn;t give anymore. With a forceful exhale, he unloaded in Ian's ass. They separated. Ben bowed out, sat on the floor and watched. Ian shoved a pillow under ass and threw his legs on Adam's shoulder. The older boy penetrated him in one smooth motion. All the way in. Adam leaned forward and kissed him as he drove himself into him. Ian was still hard but his balls were tightening up. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, Adam sped up. The strokes were harder and faster. THen harder and faster still. Soon, he was fucking the shit out of Ian and the boy wanted nothing more than that. He pounded on that ass, hard and fast. Ian grunted. He was no longer able to kiss or caress but he was lost in the joy of unbridled lust. THe growing sense of pure pleasure, the impending orgasm. Then he blew. Jets of semen flew out of his dick, a glob hitting him just above the left eye and dripping down, another hitting the backboard of the bed. "Goddamn" Adam said. "Fuck. That's a lot of cum" But he kept fucking him, now almost viciously. Faster and harder. His breathing got ragged too. THen Adam's muscles tensed, he threw his head back. Ian got a second load in his.